Without a queen the locust swarm turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back and scattered the sticks who crawled like snakes in the sand as the red clay took the form of a lizard who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5381 | 2022-01-17 10:54:15 | 69.49 | 97% |
| 5325 | 2021-11-29 04:57:22 | 74.25 | 97% |
| 4695 | 2021-09-06 04:29:02 | 65.28 | 97% |
| 4599 | 2021-09-03 06:53:55 | 62.25 | 96% |